Being in a rarely visited part of University and having a spare 30 minutes to twiddle my thumbs I started to look around, I mean actually look, fully take the time to appreciate my surroundings. I looked not with the perspective of someone in a corridor but a walkway for thousands of people heading somewhere, not just to their next seminar but beyond that.
At Secondary School most of us are told that if we work hard enough we can be anything we want, Firemen, Actors, Space Cowboys, anything. Of those that ‘had a dream’ for their career few at this point will have achieved it, most will still be on the path to succeeding their ambition.
And that’s where I’m standing, on their path. If I stood here long enough I could see a myriad of people pass by each with their own destiny. That guy that just brushed past me could design the next space shuttle, or the girl ‘over there’ could correct the flaws in our government.
Whilst those feats are important and deserve attention surely participating in how they got there is just as important, I was here as they passed in the halls am I more or less important than the person standing next to them at their grand opening?